The Devil Made Me Do It

The Devil
Made Me Do It

A collection of wickedly fun love stories

by

Amelia James

Copyright  2011 by Amelia James

This book is dedicated to:

My husband and my friends

For encouraging me to get in touch with my inner slut.

It was a dark and stormy night. Lighting streaked across the sky like silent wraiths chased by roaring thunder. The wind howled through the trees like—

“
Get a hold of yourself, Gwendolyn!” Gwen Carter giggled at her melodramatic musings as she flipped the windshield wipers on, her hands trembling slightly on the steering wheel. A brilliant streak of lightning pointed the way to her destination, Dunbarton Castle. ‘Room four,’ the note said. She parked her car in front of the restored highland fortress and re-read the note.

I saw you on the street today and knew I had to have you. Dunbarton Castle, room four, midnight. I’m waiting for you.

The computer-printed note was unsigned, but she knew it was from her husband, Jake. Their vacation in Scotland was a mutual fantasy come true. And just last night they talked about making other fantasies come true….

“
Tell me your fantasy, Gwen.” Jake breathed the words on his wife’s bare skin and pulled her closer. His lips touched her shoulder and she sighed.

“
Tell me yours,” she challenged, snuggling against his long hard body, nesting into the soft sheets.

Jake smiled. He hoped she was still feeling bold after their lovemaking. She surprised him at the restaurant when she told him she wanted his cock for dessert. She surprised him even more when they got back to their hotel and carried out her suggestion, yanking down his pants and giving him the blowjob of his life. Maybe being on vacation in a foreign country, away from family and friends gave her more confidence. But apparently, he would have to make the first confession.

“
My fantasy,” he paused, searching for the perfect words, “is a midnight rendezvous with a fiery red-haired stranger. I’d take her someplace quiet and private and have my way with her.” He wound one of her red curls around his finger.

“
A stranger?” Gwen’s green eyes flashed, and she didn’t have to say a word to let her husband know she didn’t like that idea.

“
But you would be the stranger, baby.” He kissed her, stirring her senses as his tongue explored her mouth.

“
Hmm…so there’s a little bit of role-playing involved.” An interesting concept, she thought, drawing hearts on his chest with her fingertips.

“
Your turn.” Jake had no idea what she dreamed about, but he longed to fulfill her fantasies.

“
Oh…I don’t know.” Was she brave enough to tell him what she really wanted? “It might shock you.”

“
I doubt it.” But he hoped it would.

“
Now keep in mind this is just a fantasy,” she warned him. “It doesn’t mean I actually want to do this.”

“
I understand.”

Gwen took a deep breath and gave him a shy smile. “I would like…. I dream about….” Just say it, Gwen! “I dream about you…and another man making love to me at the same time.”

Jake closed his eyes and let the image fill his mind. Making love to his wife…another man touching her…. Blood boiled in his veins. He couldn’t decide if the idea was shocking or exciting.

Gwen bit her lower lip. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have told you.”

“
No,” Jake smiled and stroked her hair. “I wanted to know.”

“
It’s just a stupid dream—”

He kissed her again, cutting off her excuses. “It’s your dream,” he whispered, looking into her eyes. “And I’d love to make it come true, but….”

“
I don’t want you to.” Her arms slid around his neck, pulling his mouth to hers as he rolled on top of her. “I don’t want anyone but you.”

Their bodies twined together, and as his cock slid into her, he couldn’t mistake the renewed wetness between her thighs. No doubt her fantasy excited her as much as it excited him. “I love you,” he moaned, kissing her as he moved inside her, rebuilding her fire.

“
I love you, too.” Gwen wrapped her legs around his hips. She looked up at him and flashed a wicked grin. “I’ll be your stranger.”

“
When?” His heart skipped and he started making plans.

“
Anytime,” she purred.

His blue eyes sparkled. “I’m going to hold you to that.”

“
Please do.” Gwen sighed and closed her eyes, sliding her hands down his back to his bottom, holding him close. Her fantasy could never be real, but she was content to let it remain a fantasy….

An uncertain smile twisted her lips as she stepped inside the castle. A key was enclosed with the note, so she ignored the sleepy innkeeper and found room four on the second floor. Turning the key in the ancient lock, she opened the door and caught her breath, sure she’d stepped back in time. The first thing she noticed was the gigantic goose down bed, covered in velvet with silken curtains draped from carved wooden posts at each corner. A tantalizing fire warmed the stone fireplace, drawing her into the room. Over the mantle hung an ancient portrait of a fierce Highland warrior. Gwen studied it for a moment as lightning lit his face, adding heat and passion to his wild blue eyes.

Gwen smiled. Blue eyes were her favorite. Jake had blue eyes, deep blue eyes, and chocolate-brown hair, broad shoulders, and six foot three inches of pure male muscle. Even after ten years of marriage, she never got tired of looking at him.

The electric chandelier burned much too brightly for the medieval atmosphere, so Gwen decided to light some candles instead. She found a few and was searching for matches when lightning exploded in the courtyard and the power went out, plunging her into darkness.

Gwen stood still for several heart-racing seconds while she waited for her eyes to adjust. But before she could regain her bearings, someone grabbed her from behind and tied a blindfold over her eyes. Too stunned to react, Gwen was lifted off her feet and tossed onto the bed.

“
Jake!” she cried out, hoping her husband was the one tying her wrists and ankles to the bedposts. “Jake, please tell me it’s you.” She didn’t get an answer.

Her captor tested her bonds, making sure they would hold her without hurting her. Then he turned his attention to removing her clothes. Gwen gasped and squirmed as he trailed his fingers up her long legs to the hem of her dress. An intoxicating combination of fear and excitement streaked through her outstretched limbs. She had no real proof this man was her husband, and she seriously questioned her decision to go without underwear for the night. A few tiny buttons were all that protected her quivering skin from his touch, and he made quick work of those. He tore off the delicate spaghetti straps and tossed the garment aside, leaving her naked and helpless on the bed. Her trembling nipples puckered into tight buds. The cool night air whispered over her exposed clit, making it glisten in the dark.

Her unknown tormentor watched her struggle against the bindings, tossing her head, searching blindly for an escape. Long red curls spilled over the pillow, creating a fiery halo around her face. Her pale skin flushed pink from exertion, fear, and maybe just a little excitement. He smiled, pleased with his work.

“
What are you going to do to me?” Gwen tugged at her restraints, not really wanting to escape, but not knowing where he was or what he was doing pushed her very close to panic.

Unable to see, Gwen’s remaining senses became acutely aware of his actions. She felt the bed sag as he kneeled between her legs, felt the warmth of his naked skin as he pressed his body on top of her. The familiar scent of shaving cream and just a little sweat surrounded her, and she heard a soft moan escape his lips as his mouth captured hers, the taste of Scottish ale on his tongue.